Frankie won't stop screaming. His small face stained red from the tears as his hands reached out to be picked up, hugged, and the reassure that he's loved. She watches in horror unable to give him that comfort only able to call out his name in a vain attempt to calm him. She watches in horror as Davey picks him up like a doll and nothing more and smacks Frankie across the head over and over, doing his own screaming. Soon it's all quiet, all three of them and only she is crying. If it wasn't for the pain (and fear) she'd run now. Pick Frankie up and run to the end of the earth, no map needed, just running. She lets a yelp like a dog when Davey, her husband, that bastard kicks her in the side full force.
"Next time I want a drink don't argue with me bitch! Understand?" She nods, thinking of running still and why Frankie was so quiet.